"You little rascal, we've been doing all day and you're still not satisfied?"
At this moment, Bibi Dong's eyes sparkled with affection, her gaze filled with adoration as she looked at the familiar face before her. Her heart and body overflowed with happiness.
"Sister, hold on tight."
The next moment, Fu Ye pulled her soft body into his arms once more, capturing her delicate lips in a domineering kiss.
As Fu Ye accelerated his movements, even Bibi Dong, a Soul Saint, couldn't suppress a soft moan.
"Ah… you bad little brother…"
[Current Bibi Dong's Favorability: 100%—Favorability Locked.]
A long while later, despite her status as a Soul Sage, she collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Fu Ye knew this was the perfect moment to press his advantage.
"You naughty little… Mmm… Sister… Sister loves you so much… Mmm…"
And so, Fu Ye and Bibi Dong remained in the secret chamber for an entire week.
Bibi Dong had been the girl buried deepest in Fu Ye's heart ever since he entered the Spirit Hall at six years old. Now that he had the chance to claim her, he intended to savor every last bit—leaving not a single grain of rice behind.
During this time, Pope Qian Xunji's consciousness and body remained imprisoned by Fu Ye, trapped in an abyss of endless darkness—no sound, no light, only solitude.
Before they knew it, a week had passed in the secret chamber of the Pope's Palace.
Fu Ye lay with Bibi Dong curled against him, her face flushed with satisfaction as she slept soundly in his arms. After seven days of relentless challenges, she had finally accepted that she stood no chance against him.
The softness in his embrace was intoxicating, her every breath sending tremors through him as he admired her radiant beauty.
Only then did Fu Ye finally drift into slumber.
When they awoke, it was already noon the next day. Bibi Dong, her cheek nestled against Fu Ye's chest, slowly opened her glistening eyes.
Feeling a peculiar sensation in her body, she playfully bit his chest with her delicate fangs.
"Hiss—!"
Fu Ye jolted awake at the sharp sting.
As his eyes met Bibi Dong's adorable, mischievous face, she pouted.
"You bad boy… you absolute scoundrel."
Fu Ye grinned and flipped her beneath him once more.
"My dear sister, has it only been a few hours and you already miss me?"
(10,000 words omitted here.)
Finally, Fu Ye took mercy on the exhausted Bibi Dong.
After dressing, he carried her out of the secret chamber.
The first thing that greeted them was the grand dome of the Pope's Palace, adorned with intricate murals so vivid the mythical figures and auspicious beasts seemed to breathe.
A dazzling crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, scattering light like starlight across the lavish marble floors, polished to a mirror-like sheen.
A sumptuous carpet stretched down the central aisle, embroidered with exquisite patterns, its colors vibrant and texture luxuriously soft—each step like walking on clouds.
The palace's pillars, carved from pristine white marble, bore elaborate designs of blooming flowers and coiling dragons, their craftsmanship breathtaking.
Between them hung massive oil paintings of regal figures, their dignified presence radiating the majesty of the Spirit Hall's rule.
Gold-edged mirrors lined the walls, their surfaces studded with gems and pearls that caught the light, amplifying the palace's brilliance.
At the far end stood the grand golden throne, elevated and imposing—a symbol of absolute authority.
This was Fu Ye's first time stepping into the Pope's Palace, and its opulence far surpassed even that of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
In his hand, Fu Ye dragged Qian Xunji, who now resembled a half-dead mutt. Under the effects of the Bewitching Talisman, the once-mighty Pope was nothing more than a puppet.
"Do as I instructed."
"Yes… Master."
Qian Xunji obeyed mechanically, his hollow compliance sending a chill down Bibi Dong's spine. To control a Titled Douluo so completely—such power was terrifying.
"Sister Dong'er, I never imagined the Pope's Palace would be this magnificent."
Fu Ye nuzzled against Bibi Dong's snow-white neck, inhaling her scent greedily. Her cheeks flushed as she felt his lingering hunger—after more than half a month, this little devil still wasn't satisfied!
"Hmph, so now do you still think I should leave?"
"Why would you? Who would lead the Spirit Hall in your absence? Just stay here—with me."
Fu Ye stroked her hair gently.
Truthfully, Bibi Dong had been in the wrong—after being raised by the Spirit Hall for twelve years, abandoning it was ungrateful.
But then again, that old fool Qian Xunji was no better—forcing himself on her? Leaving a child behind? What kind of genius logic was that?
He opened the System Shop and purchased several high-tier items:
[10 Ultimate Douluo-level puppets]
[1 Phoenix Rainbow Flower (Immortal Herb)]
[10,086 Detoxification Pills]
[20 God-bestowed Spirit Rings]
[Congratulations, Host! Your purchases have been successful.]
With a thought, nine black-armored puppets materialized before them, their blades gleaming.
Even Bibi Dong, the Saintess of the Spirit Hall, was stunned.
"Fu Ye, they are…?" Her voice was hoarse with disbelief.
"Your personal guards from now on. Their strength surpasses even Titled Douluo."
'Surpassing Titled Douluo?! Nine of them?!'
Bibi Dong's mind reeled. Just who was this little man she'd taken as her junior? His feigned death, his overwhelming power upon return, his ability to control others—and now, these puppets at the Titled Douluo level…
"All nine of you—protect Sister Dong'er at all costs."
"As you command!"
In a flash, the puppets dissolved into shadows, merging seamlessly with Bibi Dong's own.
Then, a tenth Ultimate Douluo puppet appeared before her.
"From now on, you obey Sister Dong'er's orders as you would mine. Understood?"
"Understood!"
Bibi Dong's eyes sparkled with excitement. A Titled Douluo-level puppet—hers to command!
"Sit down."
The puppet obeyed instantly.
"Stand up."
Again, it complied without hesitation.
"Do the splits."
She played with the puppet for a while before finally stopping. Thankfully, the puppet lacked consciousness—otherwise, it might have collapsed from her whimsical orders.
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